The Box

Stand up, sit down, do as you’re told,
The norms of life have spoken.
You were not raised to question us,
Just

Life is like a see saw

it has it's ups and downs

one never knows

which way it goes

until it comes around

No one's exempt

One gray November, I was hanging around

At a faded resort on the Jersey shore

At a gig, somewhere on our way down

Past the

Feeling down
and hopelessly glum,
can't see the forest for the trees,

walking around
with a horrible frown,
nothing in life